Page 59 of Gym Bros
“Not if you didn’t want to.”
“I assumed you were straight.”
“You assume a lot of things about me.”
“Iknow. I’m terrible. What else is wrong with me? Tell me everything. Let’s put it all out there.”
“You’d rather do that than let me kiss you for two seconds?” I ask.
“It’s the way safer option, I promise. You’d a hundred percent live to regret kissing me.”
I look down at his sincere face, amused. “Why’s that?”
“I told you,” he says with a grimace. “I’m terrible.”
“If you’re not interested, just say so.”
“I—” he stops himself and scans my face again, then my upper body, then the place where his body is pressed against mine where my thickening cock is about to become very obvious. “Fine. I’ll try it.”
Shit, he just said that. Stalling, I say, “Yeah?” Because how do I want to go about this? If I get two seconds, obviously I’d want to buy more time with my approach, but if I’m too aggressive…
He’s waiting patiently, his body still moving with mine.
I look at his mouth, and I swear I forget how kissing works.
What I remember for sure is two seconds isn’t nearly enough time. “Ten seconds,” I say.
“Ten?”
“I hadn’t factored for warm up.”
He grins, and beneath the flashing disco light, it’s dazzling. “I’m not timing you. Just get it over with. Kiss me.”
Trying not to make too big of a deal about it, even though my hormones are jacked through the roof, I lean in and press my mouth to his. His lips are smooth, soft and sweet. Lush. Theyfeel exactly like they look. I take a short moment to taste and explore them with a nip and a subtle lick, but when they open, I more or less fall into his mouth. My too eager tongue brushes over his before I slant my head and seal us together.
He makes a sound I feel in my throat and chest. His hands wrap around the nape of my neck, hanging on while he bends backward in my arms to take more of me.
And he does take it. He’s not letting go.
Everything disappears. The music. The lights. The other bodies.
Kissing him is so good, it barely feels real. He tastes so goddamned good. I knew he would. I knew he’d be so fucking sweet.
One roll of his hips makes my erection blatantly obvious—he’s right on top of it, and it’s then that he turns his head and puts a hand on my chest. I stand upright, bringing him with me.
“Okay, well there’sthat,” he says, licking his lips and letting go of me. “Want another drink? I certainly fucking need one.”
I’m fucking spinning, and he’s already leaving me behind.
So much for not letting him know I’m interested.
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CALYX
Ineed someone to tell me that didn’t just happen. That I most definitely did not just make out on a dance floor with Marcus’s son. But my erection loudly disagrees as I push my way through the crowd back to the booth.
He’s behind me. I feel him there like a looming horny presence with a gigantic cock I just smashed my abs into with theI’m-oh-so-into-thisbody roll I just pulled on him.
